First day of August Last rain was in May When the rainmaker came to Kansas In the middle of a dusty day The rainmaker said to the people "Tell me what you are prepared to pay" And the rainmaker said to the people "Now I'll conjure up a rain today." Ninety degrees 'neath the trees where it's shady A hundred and ten in the hot sun Heat from the street burned the feet of the ladies See how they run Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah Called down the lightnin' By a mystical name And the rainmaker called on the thunder And then it suddenly began to rain Then the rainmaker pa**ed his hat to the people But the people all turned away And the rainmaker's eyes and the Kansas skies Well they both became a darker gray First day in August Last rain was in May When the rainmaker came to Kansas In the middle of a dusty day The rainmaker smiled as he hitched up his wagon And without a word he rode away And the people of the town heard the sound of his laughter And they knew the rain had come to stay Rain, rain, go away Come again another day Rain, rain, go away Come again another day Rain, rain, go away Come again another day Rain, rain, go away Come again another day